When I get home am not only drained by the wolves' intense emotions but also starving. After my routine shower, I make my way to my kitchen where I proceed to make myself a much-needed dinner. I cut up three potatoes and a reasonable steak with vegetables. Fully seasoned and everything then put it in the oven to cook or grill whatever.
I turn on my television and find Netflix and select the first thing on my list which just so happens to be an Asian series I had been watching but left hanging before my move. The storyline follows a guy who accidentally kills a man and for some fucking reason is just so fucking lucky that he never gets caught. He discovers that he has a penchant for killing bad guys and that the universe just so happens to be at his back.
It's just one of those crazy stories where you cannot decide if you want to laugh or cry about. But it's good.
Anyways it's after an episode that I go to check on my food and find it ready for consumption. I dish up and pass through the fridge and grab three bottles of whatever alcohol I get my hands on and make it back to the lounge area where I continue with my series while enjoying my dinner and beer.
When am done I pause my movie and take my dishes back to the kitchen where I proceed to actually do them. I clean up knowing I won't have time in the morning considering what must be done tonight. After am done, I again pass through my fridge, and this time grab an entire six pack of beer and make my way to finish my series. I have decided to binge watch this show and see it to completion. Don't intend on coming back to the same thing again.
A few hours in and it's done. Am just the right amount of tipsy and sanity before I make my way out of the house and start walking. The moon is overhead and has this glow that just makes it look so pretty and fascinating. My petty side files in the night calmness and beauty of it all and intend on striking up a conversation with my very capable assistant tomorrow.
It takes me approximately thirty-eight minutes of walking before I can smell humans or civilization. I keep to the gravel road and calculate at least ten more minutes of walking before I can get to the nearest drinking establishment. Slowly buildings start to come into shape, and I can see all the lights and can now hear the noise of the town more vividly.
A few vehicles pass me by and some even stop to offer a ride, but none catch my attention and I just good naturedly reject their offers. I make a left and the neon part of town come into focus and I let out a slow smile and walk up the nearest bar. It's loud and already I hate it, but I put on an easy to approach smile and just saunter to the counter ignoring all the heads turning in my direction and the very obvious sniffing that takes place.
I equally smell them and it's safe to say majority of them smell like dogs and I could swear I even smell death. This particular stench is what makes me follow its trail. I walk up to the bar and nod at the barman and lean in to whisper my order. A whisky on the rocks and I sit down to explore my surroundings. My closest neighbor tilts his head to the side to let me know that I have his attention and I catch his eyes and offer him a small smile. He beams at me and am caught off guard by how happy he seems and man is gorgeous.
We strike up a conversation, and I discover that his name is Xavier and that he is a werewolf as the rest of them. Of course, he doesn't actually tell me this but clearly his build and unnaturally bright eyes are a giveaway. Xavier is cute and all but his so happy for me. He's emotions are not what am looking for at this moment.
I keep up with our conversation while subtly looking around for that death stench. It's hard with all the intense werewolf superior smells and am almost about to give up when my eyes collide with steel grey. long hair tied in a man bun, his skin is pale and flawless and he is just perfect. A living breathing corpse and he is staring right at me.
We lock eyes and his try to read me, literally but he frowns slightly when he realizes he cannot. My mind is blocked and I can see the exact moment his power bounces back to him and his nose actually bleeds. He throws me an anxious glare and turns away as he storms off in the crowd. I chuckle and exhale then try to find my snack and lo and behold. A human with a stench of anger waltzes right past me as he extends his body to lean over the bar counter and yell an order at the bartender.
He, the man happens to look my way, and I smirk at him and smell the lust. And not just lust but pure sadism. He, we are going to name him Stenchy for lack of a better description looks like he wants to eat me alive and I want exactly that. I give him a playful wink and watch him go back where he came from.
Xavier my laid-back newfound friend giggles at our exchange and I realize with newfound clarity that Xavier is equally a bottom and If I waste my time on him any further, I won't get laid tonight. I throw down my remaining swallow and end my association with cute Xavier and make my way to the restroom area where I make sure to pass next to Stenchy's table so he can follow.
And he doesn't disappoint. I use what I have calculated as the back door and find myself in a dark alley. It smells of dry sex and urine but am not picky tonight. Have gone a whole month without feeding and tonight just has to work out.
The man and I find a secluded spot where he pushes me against a wall and smashes our mouths together. It's rough and borders on violent but it's serving it's purpose as I feed off of every emotion that he has and he's left panting. Of course, he doesn't understand why he is suddenly so frustrated but at least he is still humping my dick and am enjoying it just as much or probably more than he is.
He curses at the slowness of the situation and lifts my legs and hooks them around his waist and I suddenly feel very horny too. I reach between us to unbuckle his belt and for a moment I can feel despite my fuzzy horny brain that something is wrong. However, am too sex starved that I ignore the feeling and pull out his dick, which luckily actually happens to be of a reasonable size. Am unhooking my legs and trying to get on my knees when Stenchy gets violently ripped off me and thrown a few meters away and I blink a few times.
"What the hell..." I don't finish the sentence because in the next instance my throat is being squeezed the life out of me and the action just about gets me real upset. Am about to lose my shit when my eyes land of a furious blazing black pair and I swallow my anger and look down in submission.